Mother Bird.

Dear Mother Bird,

I've grown into a young lady now. I'm a young lady with all that comes with being a young bird. The wings, the knowledge, the senses, the tastes. But, as my siblings in the nest grow and produce new works I feel almost pressured from you, them and all birds surrounding me. Truth is, Mother Bird, I'm hesitant to fly.

There are many reasons that I've come to this reasoning. Well once being tat I'm not sure how to fly exactly. I'm so used to being taking care of. If I mess up you were always there for me with love and support. Always bringing the food when I was tired and of course hungry. Mother Bird it almost scares me to think I applied for a job. I show you confidence but, I'm scared to certain death. I'm not sure I can deal with having to go in everyday and deal with people just going on their way. Truth is, Mother Bird, I'm not ready to fly.

All my friends, may I add this, know all these things I still don't even know about. They know all about these hings of drugs and stuff strictly bound for a happy, married life (well, I believe) and I still consider making out gross. Uh, God, please help them. Mother Bird, I'm surrounded by drunks and drug addicts. They are my friends but, I can't even bear to tell them that it is wrong. I can barley get myself to eve talk to them sometimes. I've never tried that stuff, and why would I have? I have a wonderful life and the gap they want and need to fill, is already filled in me. Don't I Mother Bird? Aren't you proud of me Mother Bird? Please be proud of me Mother Bird. I yearn and desire for your approval of what I do. I want to make you happy the great amount possible. I have Jesus, I don't need that stuff. Truth is, Mother Bird, I rather not dare to fly in that direction.

Oh Mother Bird, I just thought of the scary winds and the scary currents that the wind carries with them. Oh how people are one way then the next. I'm so scared, I am less then enthusiastic of flying and then spreading my knowledge. If I only had the joy like my little sister Zoe has about the Lord. How she can dance about the living room to, "God Rocks!". Mother Bird, what ever happened to me? What ever happened to that burning desire in me Mother Bird? I still remember all the times I sang to you those over-played but, still sun songs about how Jesus loves us and we love him. How before I ever went to Church, I'd ask Grandma almost every Sunday, "When are we going to Church?" I always thought of Church highly and I still do Mother Bird.

Whenever I feel the soft love and care of men. The soft relaxed feeling of just living life as it goes. I feel the not rushed sense in the services and the pure love in Pastors eye when he comes to hug me. I love the love of my Youth pastors and my Youth Leaders, no matter how much I like to annoy them. I love the few good friends I made there and the those I'm yet too meet. I love love those Wednesday nights when Justin will open a new aspect of God that just makes me love him even more. I love him now, I feel closer and closer to him every time I go there. I also love the feeling of how there is still so much more to learn about him. I still remember that time Mother Bird, where I was laying there and he whispered softly to me what he wanted me to do with me in my life, the words spoke so clearly to me. They were so precious, kind and understanding. They were, "I want you to be a minister with your music Sara, I will help you, just follow and love me." Oh how sweet and precious his voice is Mother Bird. I know you've heard it before such a sweet, sweet voice.

Mother Bird, I guess I am including all this in my novel to say Thank you. I wan to thank you for being so protective over me. Always making sure I have the right friends and the right motives. I say thank you that I haven't wanted to try things I shouldn't have. I thanks for the loving heart and not wanting to have the love of a boy. I've like the same boy for three years and nothing has happened so don't fret Dear Mother Bird. I don't want to be hurt by the likes of a mere young boy who doesn't know left from right yet. I thank you for making sure I knew and loved God. I love Jesus, my best friend. I thank you Mother Bird. I thank you Mother Bird for teaching me how to get ready to fly.